Emily's alarm clock woke her the next morning and startled Jessie. As the ten-year old stood up and stretched, Jessie expected to be remembered and immediately became motionless; her stuffing became warm thinking of the sorrowful hug she would soon receive. But Emily quickly got dressed and left the room without looking under the bed. Jessie was not going to give up easily. After all, a toy is on your bed for years, so you're bound to realize it's gone sooner or later; right? Days passed with the same routine:

Emily left for school, came back and did homework, watched TV, and went to sleep. There was no sign that she knew something was missing. Jessie let out an irritable moan one day when Emily was at school. She couldn't believe she was forgotten so easily. It seemed like just yesterday they were jumping in leaves and playing hide-and-seek. Emily came home that day crying, and Jessie thought this was her chance. She's never cried without her best friend before.

Apparently, the girl got a new best friend, however. Emily spoke into the pink phone in her room. "Hello, Ruby? It's Em…yeah, I was crying. That's why I wanted to talk to you…yeah that's why…" and the conversation went on. As Emily got happier, she got off the bed and started walking around her room, while Jessie sat under the bed, utterly speechless. All hope was gone for her; the Jessie who never gave up had nothing else to do. So she spent months under the bed.

One day, Emily and her Mom were talking. "Are you ready to redo your room?" the mom asked.

"Totally!"

So piece by piece they started taking away Emily's Woody's Roundup collection and putting it under the bed, replacing it all with make-up and "groovy" 70's décor. By the time Emily was seventeen years old, Jessie was tired and dusty. "Anything else in your room!" Emily's mom called upstairs.

"Lemme check!" Emily called back down. She was trying to fit her make-up into her purse when it dropped and went all over the floor. "Shit." She mumbled to herself as she reached for her blush under the bed. Instead of feeling a circular tube, though, she felt a familiar cotton body and pulled it out to find a familiar cowgirl smiling at her. Emily smiled back with her wide grin and Jessie knew that Emily was still her young playmate, just an older version. Emily looked under the bed once more to see all the things she played with as a kid, and knew it would be perfect to donate to kids in need. She set Jessie down on her countertop facing the other way coincidently, so she had no idea what was going on." A few moments later, Emily went downstairs and back upstairs again to put Jessie in her purse. Jessie's stuffing was knotted in excitement of what was to come. She was riding in the car again with Emily. Nothing could be better.

It felt like old times, and Jessie secretly became anxious when they stopped at the park Emily would take her to every summer. But instead of going through the wooden fences, they made a turn, and Emily put Jessie in a box. Jessie looked around and saw all of Emily's former Woody's Roundup accessories. Without a hug or a mere goodbye, Emily ran back to her mom's car and they drove off, leaving Jessie alone, to watch the car drive into the distance. Suddenly the box's lids were closed and Jessie fell unconscious to be carried into the donation truck. It was dark and silent as Jessie clenched her knees and sat in one of the corners of the box. It took hours until the truck stopped at its destination. Jessie was thrown around the box because of the rockiness and was thankful that the trip was finally over. The truck drivers took all the boxes out and opened the lids. As they closed the truck's doors, a man who was of average height and very stout walked over to one of the workers and extended his hand. "Al from Al's Toy Barn. I was wondering if you wanted to negotiate some sort of deal. Let's say you had some stuffed animals who weren't too badly damaged; say I wanted to purchase these-"

"Don't bother trying-bucko." The driver interrupted. These were donated to charity for a reason.

"Yes, of course!" Al said in a voice that wasn't too believable. The worker shrugged and walked away.

Al was about to do the same when he saw the cowgirl with red yarn as hair. "Could it be?" Al whispered to himself and walked over to Jessie's box. "An original doll from Woody's roundup gang! My collection is going to be worth a fortune once I find the star of the show!" he whistled and casually reached his hand into the box without the driver seeing him, pulled out Jessie, tucked her under his pudgy arm, and fast-walked away.

Sorry this chapter was so short! More to come! I promise! Next chapter will probably be the last. Itll be about her fear of darkness and meeting the Prospector and Bullseye. Please review so I know how to improve for the future! Xxo Bumble bee